Song | Free |
Artist | Jann Arden |
Album | Free |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
It’s like a faded | |
Just like the curtains in the sun | |
Just like the clouds I’m falling from | |
I let you change me | |
Down to the colour of my hair | |
Till I can’t find me anywhere | |
Chorus | |
So I’m punching out walls | |
And tearing down paper | |
Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
I’m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
Taking up hope and giving up weaknesss | |
Untangling the strings | |
I’m free, yeah | |
I’m free, yeah | |
I’m feeling better | |
Now that your stuff’s out in the yard | |
I should send God a thank-you card | |
Cause he’ll forgive me | |
Even if you never do | |
I never did look good in blue | |
Chorus | |
So I’m punching out walls | |
And tearing down paper | |
Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
I’m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
Taking up hope and giving up weakness | |
Untangling the strings | |
I’m free, yeah | |
I’m free, yeah | |
I’m free, yeah | |
I’m free, yeah | |
I’m feeling better | |
Now that your stuff’s out in the yard |
It' s like a faded | |
Just like the curtains in the sun | |
Just like the clouds I' m falling from | |
I let you change me | |
Down to the colour of my hair | |
Till I can' t find me anywhere | |
Chorus | |
So I' m punching out walls | |
And tearing down paper | |
Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
I' m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
Taking up hope and giving up weaknesss | |
Untangling the strings | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m feeling better | |
Now that your stuff' s out in the yard | |
I should send God a thankyou card | |
Cause he' ll forgive me | |
Even if you never do | |
I never did look good in blue | |
Chorus | |
So I' m punching out walls | |
And tearing down paper | |
Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
I' m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
Taking up hope and giving up weakness | |
Untangling the strings | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m feeling better | |
Now that your stuff' s out in the yard |
It' s like a faded | |
Just like the curtains in the sun | |
Just like the clouds I' m falling from | |
I let you change me | |
Down to the colour of my hair | |
Till I can' t find me anywhere | |
Chorus | |
So I' m punching out walls | |
And tearing down paper | |
Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
I' m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
Taking up hope and giving up weaknesss | |
Untangling the strings | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m feeling better | |
Now that your stuff' s out in the yard | |
I should send God a thankyou card | |
Cause he' ll forgive me | |
Even if you never do | |
I never did look good in blue | |
Chorus | |
So I' m punching out walls | |
And tearing down paper | |
Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
I' m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
Taking up hope and giving up weakness | |
Untangling the strings | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m free, yeah | |
I' m feeling better | |
Now that your stuff' s out in the yard |